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 Front Cover
 Front Matter
 Frontispiece
 Title Page
 Table of Contents
 House-hunting
 A dough treat
 Hal's treasures
 For old Sake's sake
 The "Queen of the wave"
 Sam and his shilling
 Back Cover






Title: Short tales for little folks
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Title: Short tales for little folks
Physical Description: 16 p. : ill. (some col.) ; 23 cm.
Language: English
Creator: Epps, Frances
Lowndes, Cecilia Selby ( Author )
Society for Promoting Christian Knowledge (Great Britain) ( Publisher )
Publisher: Society for Promoting Christian Knowledge
Place of Publication: London ;
Brighton
Publication Date: [1889?]
 Subjects
Subject: Christian life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Brothers and sisters -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Children's stories   ( lcsh )
Children's stories -- 1889   ( lcsh )
Bldn -- 1889
Genre: Children's stories   ( lcsh )
novel   ( marcgt )
Spatial Coverage: England -- London
England -- Brighton
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Statement of Responsibility: by Frances Epps, C. Selby Lowndes and others.
General Note: Date of publication from inscription.
Funding: Preservation and Access for American and British Children's Literature, 1870-1889 (NEH PA-50860-00).
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Bibliographic ID: UF00065401
Volume ID: VID00001
Source Institution: University of Florida
Holding Location: Baldwin Library of Historical Children's Literature in the Department of Special Collections and Area Studies, George A. Smathers Libraries, University of Florida
Rights Management: All rights reserved, Board of Trustees of the University of Florida.
Resource Identifier: aleph - 002223242
notis - ALG3491
oclc - 70822314

Table of Contents
    Front Cover
        Cover 1
        Cover 2
    Front Matter
        Front Matter
    Frontispiece
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        Page 2
    Title Page
        Page 3
    Table of Contents
        Page 4
    House-hunting
        Page 5
        Page 6
    A dough treat
        Page 7
    Hal's treasures
        Page 8
        Page 9
    For old Sake's sake
        Page 10
    The "Queen of the wave"
        Page 11
        Page 12
        Page 13
        Page 14
    Sam and his shilling
        Page 15
        Page 16
    Back Cover
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HOUSE-HUNTING. By Frances Epps 5


A DOUGH TREAT. By Mrs. Hallward. 7


HAL'S TREASURES. By F. Scarlett Potte 8


FOR OLD SAKE'S SAKE." By Frances Es 0


THE QUEEN OF THE WAVE." By Mrs. C. Selby Lowndes I


SAM AND HIS SHILLING. By F. Scarlett Potter . 15







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on coast guard service, Lieutenant Hermit-Crab (he gloried in his
had perfect quarters. double name) ought not to have grumbled
There was plenty of space on the firm, wet as much as shore-going people do, for
sands for battles and exercise, and cosy nooks whereas they have many things to think of,
without number in the seaweed-covered rocks. such as the rent, the taxes, the situation, the
Breakfasts, dinners, suppers, were to be neighbours, the number and size of the
had for the catching; while, for those rooms, he had only one thing to consider in
who had eyes, ears and noses, there was the choosing a new house, namely its size-it
delight of, the rippling laughter of the baby must fit him.
waves at their game of catch-me-if-you-can; Now the Lieutenant's house did- not fit
and the merry rustling song of the sweet, sea- him-far from it. He had grown, and his
breeze playing with the sunbeams, house had not. If you know what it is to
In spite of all this pleasantness, Lieutenant have a tight boot on your tender little foot
Hermit-Crab was grumbling loudly; the (without a stocking too), and grow so fast
advantages of great space and cosy nooks that your sleeves get too short and too tight,
were lost upon one too cramped to move and your skirts (or knickerbockers) too short,
more than absolutely obliged; plentiful food, and too tight in the waist, and your collar
sweet music, and fun were unnoticed by one chokes you, you will be able to sympathize
too anxious to enjoy anything. The fact is with Lieutenant Hermit-Crab's poor, soft,
the gallant officer was house-hunting. No nipped-up tail and his unprotected body so
doubt you have often heard people say what grown out of his house that he couldn't shut
a difficult thing it is to find a suitable house, the front door. His front door was his own








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big claw, and that was able to take care of Peeping cautiously out to see if the coast
itself with its strong shelly armour. were clear, the Lieutenant at last made a wild
This claw he also used as a fork and rush to the whelk's shell, thrust his tail in,
spoon, a sword, a shield, a battering ram, and banged the front door.
and an extra leg when in a hurry. Only just in time, for two little pink feet
But to come back to his house-hunting. 'appeared by his side, and Amy, the owner
The first House to Let that he came to of the pink feet, said to her mother,
he looked over carefully inside and out, but "There's a nice shell, with a queer claw
it was too small. The next might have sticking out; I must have it for our
done, but the roof was off, and of course as 'quarium."
he had no rent to pay there was no land- Oh, will you ?" said the newly moved-in
lord to put it in repair. He was getting tenant, promptly gnashing his claws and
quite tired of his unsuccessful hunt, when biting the little girl's hand.
suddenly he spied in the distance just the A soldier, or hermit-crab," said mother.
very thing, handsome, roomy, and comfort- The next time Captain Hermit-Crab (he
able. Hastening up to it, in order to examine gained his promotion by biting Amy's hand)
the inside, he was annoyed to find it was not had occasion to move, he did so in good time,
to let-in fact a Mr. Whelk lived there. Now as soon as he felt his house the least bit tight.
the Lieutenant was tired, hungry, cross and. -. .. .
nervous, for he had been hunting for hours, '
had had no time to take his lunch, and was
well aware that if any of his relations or
enemies (it was all the same to him) came '
by, they would attack his poor, soft, un- ___
protected body, and he would have no
further opportunity or occasion for house-
hunting. All this, joined to the remem-
brance of the unpleasant expression he had I
noticed in his neighbour's eyes that very
morning, determined him, and, marching up
to poor Mr. Whelk, he quickly dragged him
out and began eating him up. But he was
not to step quite so quickly into his victim's
shoes, for at that moment some more Hermit- -
Crabs came by, and at once began a battle
royal, with snapping of claws, brandishing
of legs, poking of pincers. The Lieutenant
had to beat a hasty retreat, as he could no I .
longer hold on to his house, and with his --
miserable soft tail dragging behind him, he -
rushed with all his might backwards into a /-
tiny crevice in the rocks, drew down a curtain
of brown seaweed, and lay there panting till -
all was quiet.
Presently the tide went down, the sun -
became very hot, the seaweed dry, the -
anemones like lumps of jelly, and most of
the creatures trotted off to the pools or --. -
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A DOUGH TREAT.

H ERE they sit-five children, thinking of nothing but
dough.
They do not mind, though, on their half-holiday, it is raining
so hard that they cannot go out. For better than anything else
is a treat of dough.
They will sit there quite happy the whole afternoon, pulling
and patting, squeezing and rolling their dough into men,
women, and sailor-boys; pigs, elephants, and every animal they
can think of, all decorated with the same sized buttons and eyes
of currants.
And then, while they have their tea, cook will bake them, and
they will melt a little out of shape.
When they are baked, with what pleasure the children will run
with them to their mother, and press her eagerly to eat them
every one; and they will watch with conscious pride and delight
as she admires each in turn and one after the other eats up the
little people with all their buttons, and the pigs, and elephants,
and cats-eyes and curly tails and all.

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pleased with the sight as he was, but when he
HAL'S TREASURES, began to pull the nest' out she begged him
not to do so.
H AL had many playthings, for he had kind "I found it," said Hal, "and I shall do as
parents, and uncles, and aunts, who I please.". So he carried the nest off. But
loved to make him happy, but one day one of Alice was grieved, and when she came home
his uncles gave him a present;which he prized spoke about it to their mother.
more than anything that he had before. It Hal's pleasure in his theft was soon over;
was some very beautiful marbles-not com- for the fragile eggs were quickly broken, and
mon marbles, such as every boy has-but then he threw away the nest. Presently he
marbles made of real agate. Agate, you again thought of his beautiful marbles, and
know, is a costly and beautiful kind of stone, of went to the drawer in which he had put them.
which seals and brooches are sometimes made. He opened his eyes to their very widest, for
No boy was ever more delighted with a pres- not a marble was to be seen, and he began to
ent than was Hal with this. He thought his be very much frightened. Had he lost his
marbles treasures, as indeed they were. treasures?
After playing with them for some time he He was afraid that he had; but he might
put them very
carefully into a
drawer, and then _
he and his sister
Alice went for a
walk in the fields.
As they went
along, a little
brown bird flew
out of a bush
near them; Hal
peeped into the
bush, and there
he saw a most --- .
wonderful little
round nest, built
of moss and
leaves, and softly
lined with hair
and wool; whilst
within it were
five of the most
lovely little blue '
eggs that you can \
imagine.
'Alice! Alice!
cried Hal, "come Y
and see what I C'
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have put them somewhere else, and he things left, but her eggs were her only trea-
hunted in every likely place of which he sures."
could think. They were not to be found. Hal hid his face in his mother's dress, and
Poor little Hal! The thought of his lost sobbed more than before; but now it was
treasures made him so very unhappy that he with shame.
could no longer bear it alone. With tears By and by she said, "You are sorry for
running down his cheeks he went to his the poor bird, Hal, now that you also know
mother, and told her his trouble, what loss means. Here are your marbles
She put her hands upon his shoulders and again. It was I that took them, that you
looked into his face. "Does .the loss of might remember how all living things have
your marbles make you so very, very unhappy, feelings like your own; and that in future you
Hal ?" she asked, might be careful not to give unnecessary pain
Hal was too miserable to answer with to any of God's creatures."
anything more than a sob.
Do you think any one else is as ,
unhappy as you are ? "
"Oh, no !" moaned Hal.
"Perhaps there may be. A fairy
has whispered to me that somewhere
out in the fields a poor little bird is
also grieving over her lost treasures-
her little blue eggs. To her they
were everything. To make a nest for
them she has flown far and wide in
search of moss and
leaves and hair, and
spent days of labour
in patiently weaving
them together. But
now some cruel boy /.
has robbed her. She
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round so, unless my sash is tied very tight. I only had
Sone mother at first, but I gradually got three, who are all
equally fond of me, and take great pride in my dress and
\ good looks. My middle mother often takes mid l.. ;d[ .,.
she is so soft and warm it's rather smothering, and she's
restless too. I did feel hurt when her mother-that is
Smy grandmother-said I made her so. I always lie per-
S fectly still !
I go to the sea every year with them. Scotland is
S delightful, though the long journey is very stuffy, and I
hate being packed. I enjoy the sands and bathing very
much, though I was buried and forgotten once, and have
had many narrow escapes from drowning. My mothers do not tie very firm knots yet.
Christmas brings me great trials, so do birthdays; an absurd fuss is made with the
new, soft, painted-up dolls that intrude into my nursery at such times, and I am
neglected. But the trials do not last; their insides come out, their eyes fall in, their
hair, legs, arms, &c. are soon scattered about. I stand everything except a boy with
a box of tools. My nerves are very strong, considering the heavy falls my youngest
mother gives me, and how very often I am vaccinated.

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it, how can it get away? I can pull it back
THE "QUEEN OF THE whenever I like."
WAVE. Madge went off to see if there were any
WAVE." signs of Alan, but Dolly stood and gazed
at the boat. A longing to see it on the water
By C. SELBY LOWNDES. rose in her heart, and it grew stronger
and stronger each moment she looked.
WO small girls of seven and eight and Suddenly she stooped and picked up a
a boy of twelve stood in a group, bit of string Alan had dropped; this she
on the bank, beside a stream. Both fastened to the bow of the boat. Where she'
girls gazed with admiring eyes at the boat stood beside the stream, the water was deep
their brother held so carefully and still; further on large
and tenderly. This boat, stones broke it into little
of which Alan was the channels and eddies.
proud possessor, As f hle Queen of the Wave
a new treasure, and could not sail among
its powers of sailing I these stones; even
were to be tried Dolly'sinexperien-
for the first time ced eye saw that,
that afternoon. but she could
As Alan pull it back
stepped towards before it reach-
the water a ed that part
voice was heard she thought to
shouting, "Alan, herself. Lifting
Alan i father the boat she
wants you." stepped towards
Coming," he the water as Alan
shouted as he had done.
placed his boat in I "Oh, Dolly! had
a safe place; then you better? Oh, is
with a word of warning" it right ? gasped
to his sisters, "to uatchl ,'. Made in fear mingled
over her," he b:unrd:d ",rIh tl delight.
away. -lh-e &deed was done! The
"Don't be long, Alan, Queen of the Wave was launched
please," Dolly called after him; then silence on its first voyage by Dolly's hand, and she
fell upon them for a few minutes.' stood in breathless admiration as it sailed
"Isn't it a beauty?" said Madge at last. gracefully down the stream.
"Alan calls it 'she'; shouldn't I like to sail "There, I knew I could! Now it must
her come back," and Dolly gave the string she
Oh, Dolly, you couldn't; you're too small." held a pull ; whether she pulled too hard, or
"I could-I will, some day, see if I what she did, Dolly never knew. All she did
won't." know was that the string came back, and the
"Oh, Dolly !" this time in a tone of boat went on; bump, bump, it went among the
remonstrance; then slowly, "Would you stones, and then with a cry of horror the
dare ?" children saw it go suddenly round and round,
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and lie jammed in between two large stones "Here they are, Uncle Willy Now you
on the opposite side of the stream-a wreck. shall see what a beauty my Queen is," Alan's
"Oh, Dolly, what shall we do ? cheerful voice was heard to say, as he and his
"Can't you say anything but 'Oh, Dolly' ?" Uncle came down the bank.
answered that small person crossly, as she Halloa, what's the matter?" At the first
seated herself on the ground, and pulled off sight of the child sitting solitary perched
her shoes and stockings.
"What are you going to do?" she asked
timidly.
"Bring it back." Without a moment's hesita-
tion, Dolly entered the water, which was luckily
quite shallow; when she reached the first stone
she used it as a stepping-
stone from which to
jump across the stream.
Dolly reached the poor -
broken-down Queen;
a sorry spec-
tacle she was,


upon
a stone
in mid-
stream,
both Alan
and his
k:_ Uncle burst
,I ,f/ It.out laughing.
Alan's laugh
J was arrested
/ by the sight of the
wrecked boat.
"Uncle, Uncle, my boat-my beautiful
with one of her masts broken, and her sail boat," he gasped.
soaked with water. "Dolly, Madge, come here at once !"
Poor Dolly how she wished then she had Uncle Willy spoke sternly. Madge obeyed
left it alone, but wishes were of no avail, the at once. Dolly never moved. With a couple
mischief was done. She couldn't summon of strides he was beside her; a minute after
up courage to lift the little wreck; she Dolly and the injured Queen were on the
seated herself near one of the cruel stones bank once more.
that had crushed it out of all beauty, and Madge wept copiously; Alan struggled with
resting her chin on her hands, stared down his tears and anger.
at it with gloomy eyes. "What would Alan Dolly looked at him beseechingly. "I
say ?-Alan whom she so dearly loved, and did it, Alan, I wish I hadn't. Please scold
would have done anything in the world for." me."
Perhaps he would never forgive her, and at "How could you, Dolly ?" he said, then
this thought the big tears came into her eyes without another word he lifted the boat and
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"If he would only scold me," said Dolly "Do you think you deserve one, Dolly ?"
piteously. "No, Uncle Willy, but please, please ask
Nurse will do that; you needn't be afraid mamma to let me have a selfish treat," and
of not getting a scolding," said -her uncle the tears rose to Dolly's eyes as she spoke.
grimly, as he watched his little niece "What is it you mean, little one?" said
slowly and sadly put on her shoes and her uncle kindly, drawing her to him as he
stockings. When this was finished they sat up.
returned to the house. Mamma said if I chose a birthday treat
A fortnight passed. Uncle Willy lay at that the others could enjoy as well as me, it
full length one hot afternoon, on the garden wouldn't be selfish; and the others want to ask
bench under a big walnut tree reading the some children to tea, and have a cake with
paper, when a small voice beside him said,-- sugar, but,"-and here the tears came freely,-
"Uncle Willy, it's my birthday next week." "I want a present instead, and mamma will
"Oh, is it?' think that selfish."
A silence of a few minutes then. "What present do you want ?"
"I want to be selfish, Uncle Willy." "Enough money to buy a new boat for
I am sorry to hear it; in what particular Alan," Dolly whispered in a low voice; then
way do you want to be so ?" in a more eager tone she added, I'd like that
"In my birthday presents." best of everything in the world. If Alan
"Who do you expect presents from?" had scolded me and been very angry, I
"Papa and mamma,"-then with a slight shouldn't have minded so much, but he has
hesitation; "you always give me one too." not, and I keep on being so sorry," and she







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rubbed her cheek against her uncle's arm to Dolly's birthday came, and all the children
get rid of the tears. were in high glee at thoughts of the party.
My poor little Dolly, you are learning how Dolly herself couldn't help enjoying it also
we must all suffer when we do wrong. I don't and being pleased with her birthday presents.
think if Alan had scolded you would have been Every one in the house gave her something,
really happier." except Uncle Willy.
Oh, yes, I should, 'cause when mamma As breakfast was ended, the servant came
says she is grieved, it's worse than when she in with a large box. "For Miss Dolly-by
says she is angry-and Alan is grieved for his train."
boat." In a flutter of excitement the box was
But if you have the present you want all opened, then came a shriek of delight "It's
the others will be sorry and disappointed." the Queen of the Wave, there's her name,"
Yes, that's the worst of it." they shouted. It's for you, Alan Oh, I'm
"I don't think it would give you real so happy and Dolly flung her arms round
happiness to make all the others sorry." Alan's neck. It's Uncle Willy's present; and
Dolly sighed. "It was very hard," she mamma, you knew it was coming I see by
thought. your face," and Dolly fairly danced with
"There is nurse looking for you; now run joy.
away and I will speak to mamma." With a "It's not fair, Dolly, it's your birthday."
kiss he dismissed her to join nurse. It's my best present. Don't scold-oh, yes,
The birthday party that had been arranged Alan, I mean you may if you like."
was to take place, Dolly knew; so evidently "I don't want to scold; let's go and see
mamma agreed with Uncle Willy that the how she can sail,"-and this time the Queen
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AM was not one of those boys whose
lives are all pleasure. Very far from it.
For Sam was born to poverty, and that means
hard fare, and hard work, and many other
hard things beside. His mother was a poor
Widow who earned her livelihood by washing,
and when Sam was not in his place at the
Board School, he had to fetch and carry
home the clothes, and turn the mangle; so
that he had little time for play.
But one day it so happened that he had a
little leisure on his hands, and he amused
himself by looking in at a shop window where
there were lots of nice things which all
looked very tempting-chocolate, and butter-scotch, and almond toffee, and I cannot tell
what else. Sam thought how he would have liked some of them, for his dinner had been
only bread without any butter and weak tea. Of course Sam had no money to spend; but
he could look and think what he would have bought had the money been in his
pocket.
"Yes," thought Sam, "let us say a shilling, a whole shilling, that is what we will lay
or'; and let us see what we can get for it." And he began to reckon up how much of
each he might buy so as to spend the shilling best. He would have goodies enough to
fill all his pockets. What a feast it would be! He smacked his lips at the thought of
it. "It would be nice if I really had the shilling," thought Sam.
Just at that moment he heard something fall on the pavement near him. He turned
round, and there lay a purse. He picked it up, and found that it was heavy. An old
gentleman was walking away some little distance off. Sam, who was an honest boy, felt
sure that he must have dropped it, and ran after him.
"Have you lost anything, sir ?" he cried as he came near. But the old gentleman took
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Sam ran in front of him, he kept the purse in his hand behind his back, and again asked,
"Have you lost anything, sir ?"
But the old gentleman was very deaf indeed. He saw that Sam's cl.-trhes were old
and worn, and thought that he wanted to beg. "Go along," he said, "I have nothing for you,
boy;" and he shook his cane at Sam.
Then Sam held up the purse before him. "Why, dear me!" cried the old gentleman,
"it is my purse! A good boy; an honest boy. Thank you, my boy !" And then,,as Sam
was about to go away, he added, "Stop a minute. Here is a shilling for you, my
boy."
Sam turned back to the window. To spend the shilling as he had planned? Oh,
dear no! Of course he would have liked to do so, and it seemed as if some kind fairy
had popped it into his hand for the purpose. But he knew how useful the money would be
to his mother, and at once made up his mind to take it to her. Sam loved nice
things, but he loved his
mother and his duty more.
He only went to have
one last look at the
window.
Then he ran home and
told his story, and put the
shilling into his mother's -
hand, This will just
make up the rent," she
said, "and to have the
rent paid will be a heavy -
care off my mind. It -
was good of you, Sam,
to think of your mother, 'i
and not to spend the '
money, as some boys/
would have done." And
she kissed him.
That kiss gave Sam
greater and more real .
pleasure than he could
have gained from eating, N '
all the nice things which Ctn.h.'-,~ ri:,' ..
he saw through the "h n-
window.
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